One night, when I was in bed,
I heard a loud crash.
There was someone in the house,
For the door I made a dash.
Downstairs I reached to examine
the kitchen, with a helmet on my head,
I heard a drooly munching noise,
And wished I were in bed.
I tiptoed to the kitchen door,
And found a girl there,
She looked the same age as me,
But had dirty bushy hair.
Her dress was full of stains,
Red, which looked like blood.
Her skin was pale and hands stretched out,
And in her ears, two dirty earbuds.
I knew immediately,
A Zombienstein there stood.
If you don't know what that is,
A zombie-cum-frankenstein, and that's not good.
She was staring at me,
Her mouth stuffed with food.
Looking really hungry, she pounced at me,
As if to take a bite, oh dude!
I took out my helmet,
And slammed it on her face.
She fell to the ground,
And was quite in a daze.
She stood up crying,
I knew it was fake.
Snapped I, "What are you doing here?"
Surprisingly she whispered, "Cake"
She seemed different; ate cakes, not humans
We talked for a while that's when I could see,
She had pounced
But on a cake crumb near me.
We chatted a bit,
And it was soon morning.
I gave her half a cake from the kitchen,
She left happy and smiling.
When mom woke up
I told her about the night.
She laughed really hard,
"Darling, you seem to have not slept alright!"
Up until now, mom doesn't believe me,
But yesterday the Zombienstein again came.
Said she wanted to be my friend,
"Hi I am Kleg; what's your name?"
~ Anoushka Sabnis
